Poemless

I was going to write a poem
but there's nothing to say.

Staring back at me
a white blizzard snarls on an
empty white page in defiance.

I used to be creative.

Hello?
Anybody home?
God it's really quiet.
I'd start a riot.
But there's no
cause...

Like with big bangs
that explode out of
NOTHING
and bloom space-time,
and stars and matter
that expand forever into
galaxies of iridescent hues
spiraling and spinning
to an originous symphony
of madness and order...

No, there is nothing.
I am empty
I am a void
I AM
(nothing more)

Oh look!
Over in the emptiness...

I think I see a poem now.
For my dear friend and ison, Jerry .. be safe!

imom


Poetry by David Bozzi

Inkblot Poetry

Software: Bryce 5 and Paint Shop Pro 8

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